Regression Page #5

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don't suspect his existence.

Do you believe

the Devil is a real entity...

Lacy?

Lacy?

Lacy?

Lacy?

Kitty-kitty-kitty.

Lacy?

Kitty-kitty-kitty.

Come on kitty.

What's wrong with you?

You silly cat.

Come out of there.

Come on will you.

Come on Lacy.

Oh God in heaven, hallowed be thy name!

Thy kingdom come...

You filthy liar!

We know what you did! You killed a baby!

F***ing b*tch!

You're a filthy liar!

You know what you did!

You killed a baby!

Whore! Whore!

Did you look at that window?

Looks like she was trying to get away.

See, what did I tell you, man.

The somebody pushed her.

And the house is clean.

You know exactly what I said.

What's going on, Charlie?

Boss, I never really believe

in this sort of stuff.

But?

But I'm starting to think this won't help.

Those people are just flesh and bone.

I'm not talking about people, Boss.

We're waiting for her to confess.

So right now she'll stay in the hospital.

- I feel like this is all my fault.

- No, God...

It's true. I've ruined their lives, Bruce.

- Please don't say that again.

- You don't understand.

I know I should hate them.

But they're my family.

I talk to her every day.

She left us.

All of us.

Despite everything my Dad

put her through.

You don't believe, do you?

In praying.

I believe in you, Angela. I do.

I really do.

You're all I've got, Bruce.

- Sorry.

- Angela, I'm sorry.

- I've never...

- Now listen.

Listen, forgive me, okay.

I'm sorry. I have to go.

What are you doing, Bruce?

What are you doing?

Roy...

Oh Roy.

Grandma, what happened?

They hounded me.

So I wouldn't tell,

what I did to you.

Grandma, you never did anything to me.

You were always good to

me.

Accepted me as I am.

Horrible things.

Horrible things...

I know that now.

Don't talk to her anymore.

- You're making her crazy.

- What happened?

- You really think she saw the Devil?

- Roy.

She suffered a

spontaneous regression.

Now we need to separate

the real from the imagined.

She started drinking again,

she's delirious.

- Roy.

- You're a fraud.

Just like him.

You think I don't remember?

Always preaching, sticking your nose into

other people's lives,

like you did with mine!

You and your f***ing church!

I'm very sorry you feel that way, Roy.

Will you at least come

and see your sister?

I should go.

I got a better idea.

Why don't all of your just go.

Leave us alone.

He's only trying to protect Rose.

We have to talk to him again.

You don't know what

you're up against.

Don't you see it?

He's with them now.

And I don't think even he knows it.

- All of this is Satan's work.

- Oh come on.

I'm talking about evil.

- Evil itself.

- Evil itself? Listen, Reverend.

No. The Devil will do

the same thing to you.

As he's doing to John's family.

He'll find a way to confuse you.

To tempt you.

I've already handed out

quite a few at the station.

- You did what?

- It can't do any harm.

Good night.

- Why don't you just admit it?

- Admit what?

That you're scared to death.

You're not using your head anymore.

Raines...

And what exactly did

your mother tell you?

It was one of their tactics.

They blend in with people on the street

and start staring at someone.

What for?

It's a death threat.

Hello?

Hello?

Listen I am sick...

Sometimes they'd call

in the middle of the night and hang up.

That's a warning.

- A warning?

- Yeah, it's like...

an invitation to be one of them.

Bruce?

Are you all right?

- Where am I...

- Shh...

Tell them he's ready.

Nesbitt...

- This can't be real.

- Of course it's not real.

- You're in custody.

- It's not happening, Bruce.

- This is a dream.

- Come on.

Walk slowly.

Hold him,

he's still a bit dizzy.

- Watch your step, Bruce.

- What are you all doing in my house?

- Let him through.

- Get out of my house.

Make way. Make way.

- Get out of my house!

- This is not your house.

You're dreaming, Bruce.

This isn't real.

Give him the knife.

No! No!

No! No!

Don't cry sweetheart.

It's only a dream.

Our secret recipe.

Go on. Drink.

I'm not one of you!

I'm not one of you!

I'm not one of you!

Come on Lady.

Tough luck.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on!

Come on.

Morning.

What are you doing here?

What the f*** are you doing here!

- Hey! Hey!

- Jesus Christ, Bruce!

This man is under arrest! Get off me!

Who authorized his release!

Get the f*** off me!

He came here to pick up his stuff.

They released him

yesterday afternoon.

I tried to call you

but you never answered.

- But why! Why did you release him?

- He passed the polygraph twice.

- Polygraph...

- We had no choice.

- That's the deal we had with his lawyer...

- What deal?

I know he's lying, Chief! I know it.

Bruce, relax. Relax okay.

He'll never work here again.

Look. Look.

May I? It's not just the test.

We got back the results

of Angela's medical report.

And the mark's superficial, it was recent,

it was probably self-inflicted.

- I saw... I saw...

- Oh for Christ's sake. You're not a doctor.

- But I saw...

- You saw wrong.

It's typical in trauma victims to want to

strengthen their testimony

by adding little details.

Do we know who signed this report?

- Bruce.

- No, they already be among us!

I don't believe any of it.

I got my hands full with these guys.

Please, don't let all this get to you.

- Not to you.

- What...

You said you were being

watched on the street today.

Have you seen yourself

in the mirror recently?

Why don't you just go home and

forget about the case for a few days.

Something's happening to you.

This is Detective Bruce Kenner.

It is October the fourteenth, 1990.

- State your full name.

- John Gray.

- ...hugging or kissing me...

- So she's been avoiding you?

Yeah. And also...

John, cut the sh*t okay.

Take your hat off.

Yeah and then also...

John, cut the sh*t okay.

Take your hat...

Sh*t.

- She's been avoiding you?

- Yeah.

And then also the...

John, cut the sh*t okay.

Take your...

You were making a list of things

that were obvious and I cut you off.

What was it you were going to say?

What made you feel guilty.

Well I think it had to

do with my son, Roy.

He's umm...

Just saying the word makes me sick.

What word?

He's a sodomite.

He's a what?

That's why I kicked him out.

That means he's gay?

No... well at church we

call them sodomites.

Those are sins that people

always learn from some pervert.

And then when Angela

started accusing me,

I... I saw it clearly. It was me.

I was the pervert.

Wait a second.

Are you telling me that you're taking the

blame for sexually abusing your daughter

- because your son is gay?

- Yeah.

John, and you waited

to tell me that until now!

- Why... Why are you angry?

- Now you tell me!

- Why are you so angry?

- Oh God, John!

- I'm only trying to help you.

- Bullshit you're trying to help me!

- Are you playing games with me?

- No sir!

Hey look at me,

are you playing games!

No, I never lied to you. sir!

You don't think I want to put an end

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